Hot Couple: Love Story Inara Season 3
Nano-Nano!
Since Ihsan came to live with us in Jakarta, the room next to the dining room of the Lesehan table we made a room for me to breastfeed, as well as a room for Angga and Anggi to take a nap. And I love that room, because the wall next to the pool is a glass wall, just like the glass wall in the dining room. So the room had good lighting when the curtain was opened. Unlike the room on the right that will be pitch dark when the lights are extinguished. And, by putting Angga and Anggi in the room to take a nap, I didn't have to bother going upstairs when I heard their crying when they were hungry. To be sure, I can also be more relaxed without having to go back and forth to check and make sure they cry or not like I did when we just occupied the house again after we returned to Jakarta.
That afternoon, after nursing my children and putting them back in the crib, I stretched myself, opened the door and came out of the room. At that time my mother was relaxing on the sofa, there was Reza nearby. They are two people who have different hobby spectacle but can blend in the family room with news from one of the television channels.
"Tumben watching the news" I rebuked.
My mother smiled knot. "It's okay" he said. "Calculating accompanies Mother's daughter-in-law. His playmate's in bed."
Unable to reply, I just passed by oh and headed for the fridge: taking my soul again and sitting by the pool.
Yeah, I've brought myself well enough. As usual, the morning prayers are framed with Reza, preparing breakfast, and being able to communicate well. I hope he doesn't realize that there's a tightness in my heart about what he's done in the past. I will try to make my heart accept and stop imagining Salsya's memories with him in the video. Although -- I don't know whether or not it will. Oh, I thought, just eat rujak.
"You are," said Reza. "Later stomach ache, lo, eat rujak continue."
I tried to smile. "Well, how else" I said. "I doyan. Tasty. Spicy, sweet, sour, salty, and fortunately no bitter taste." Like my life.
"As she pleased?" ask again. Now he sat in front of me and dipped his legs in the water.
Of course, I nodded. "For me, that rhyme is a chocolate or ice cream class, fun and soothing."
Reza nodded back. "Yeah" she said, "if I'm not used to seeing you perebak, maybe I thought you were pregnant again. You're like a cravings man."
"O yeah? Have you ever seen a girl crave rujak? Who?"
He fell silent, then shook his head.
"Salsya, huh?" tanyaku -- either a prank or what.
Reza ignored and seemed not to hear my question. In his silence, he washed his hands and took a slice of mango and fed it to me.
"Trims. Want me to steam too?"
"Can."
"Wait, this, aaa...."
"Who, let alone eat it alone with you. Feels complete. All tastes exist." Including bitter taste.
A splash of water washed over me. "Basic gumbal..," cried Reza, he giggled.
Not wanting to respond to her misunderstanding, I raised a bottle of cold water and sipped it. "Sedas" I said, shaking hands.
"Here, let me help you."
He cupped my face, knew his face was approaching and he immediately divided my spicy taste with his tongue and lips. Long enough, until finally the kissing session was over.
"Why not return my kiss?" tanyakanya.
"Well, I'm spiciness, Mom. You want to neutralize my spicy taste, right?"
"But less effective if you..," as if realizing something, he fell silent and did not continue his chatter.
Realizing the awkwardness, I accidentally licked again the spice that stuck to the spoon, then kissed it. "Thank you" I said. And we kissed again, and the kiss was reciprocated: we just* each other and we just said*-- once again.
For God's sake this time it's painful. If only I could refuse.
"Ehm, the soul of the stranger is thrashing," said Ihsan who had just returned from work.
Oh, apparently dusk has already greeted.
"Well! We can't make fun of it, honey."
Who said you can't?
"Could, really. Tonight is Friday night. Wait here for me, yeah. I'll meet you. I love you, Mas."
Well, let me try to conquer myself.